Jeff Phillips's Blog, page 20

Porter Hut

Quite exhausted today. Many vivid dreams. One involved being on a documentary film crew and trouncing across snow covered golf courses and finding a hut where a coffee infused porter was being brewed. When I woke up my body felt as though I had drunk a lot of it.

podcast and book review!

New episode of Wood Sugars podcast Inside the Barrel - Episode II: Health & Robin Hood.

Also, Jason Behrends recently reviewed my book - Turban Tan at What to Wear to an Orange Alert

News in the world of jeff

We at Wood Sugars Comedy are rolling out our new podcast, now titled "Inside the Barrel." This has evolved from a conversational podcast, mostly us goofing around (still entertaining) to take on a more radio-like platform. We now have audio sketches and more dynamic topics to drive forward the conversational comedy. It's free, definitely subscribe to us http://itunes.apple.com/podcast/wood-sugars-inside-the-barrel/id294251158
or search "Wood Sugars" in itunes.


Tonight I'll be reading a new sho...

an easter basket meltedwhen it fell into the spitfirethe ...

an easter basket melted
when it fell into the spitfire
the cat hissed when it smelled
the plastic popping
a little girl had already
nibbled at the chocolate bunny
so all was not lost
and she knew this
and so she was the most calm
about the bubbling and burning
of the green basket
the grandmother and the cat
fretted most about the incident
which caused great measures to
be taken the following year
as the spitfire lamb tradition
was retired and replaced with
an easy honey ham
and easter baskets
that were re...

dust bunnies - itemized focal points

the hiding of the dust bunnies
does interfere with the channel changing
of the gunslinger's short intention span
he is under the influence of something
and it doesn't seem an earthly intoxication
like the man drank some kind of booze that
either existed way in the past or deep into
the future and some how he snagged a sip
at a bar that exists in a two-dimensional portal
as though he read some book
and the imaginary stimulus was enough to run with
but the man doesn't read books
but he's staring at dust ...

intoxant - itemized focal points

the hiding of the dust bunnies
does interfere with the channel changing
of the gunslinger's short intention span
he is under the influence of something
and it doesn't seem an earthly intoxication
like the man drank some kind of booze that
either existed way in the past or deep into
the future and some how he snagged a sip
at a bar that exists in a two-dimensional portal
as though he read some book
and the imaginary stimulus was enough to run with
but the man doesn't read books
but he's staring at dust ...

the pike projected

The Whiskey Pike movie has become my obsession, my passion project. The film adaptation will be my main focal point over the coming year/years until it is being projected at theaters.

I spent quite a few months pounding out a variety of projects but nothing went further than a second or third draft. I feel its time to really hone in on a project and tighten both the creative and business ends of it. So since I can't stop thinking about this one, I am going to give into it. I'm probably on my 5...

Flake Out

I've been a punk and haven't posted in a while. I'm sure you've been okay, but I apologize to anyone who was anxiously checking. I started working a day job again! Which in this economy is good news! To bring everyone up to speed I resigned from my management job because it didn't allow for any flux to get a minute amount of time off for theatre shows and rehearsals. So I stuck it to the man and said I'm gonna go be an artist! And I did. I wrote wrote wrote wrote. I'm proud of what I was able...

Double Whammy

For some reason my subconscious is all caught up in this ghost fascination. I had a dream the other night that my mom acquired property in the city, a coffeehouse/bookshop, two conjoined storefronts with a basement full of books. There was very much a ghost down there. Details are getting fuzzy but some kind of shadow figure and books being thrown.

Last night I had a dream I lived on a condominium complex similar to the ones my grandparents lived in when I was younger. Apartment units within a...

That Tower Gave me the Creeps

It's been a strange weekend of vivid dreams. Saturday at 4am I woke up bolt upright from a horrifying dream about aggressive demonic ghosts. I was escorting a family in a station wagon across a bizarre treeless terrain against black sky. They stayed in a hotel, incredibly vacant and apparently abandoned. Suddenly I found blood all over my shirt and was aghast, trying to figure out if it was my blood. Then one of the guys I was with came running out from a darkened banquet hall screaming "run,...